I feel compelled to report that at the moment of death, my entire life did not pass before my eyes in a flash . . . What I experienced was a little voice piping up in an outraged tone: Oh come on. Youre not serious. This is really it? It was a Monday early in December when Kinsey Millhone first got involved in the Isabelle Barney murder case. She was out of work. Attorney Lonnie Klingmans usual private investigator had just dropped dead of a heart attack. Kinsey was more than happy to oblige. The trouble started on the very first day of the investigation. Either Kinseys predecessor was incompetent or someone had been getting away with murder. And next time it might turn out to be hers . . . Terrific build-up to a satisfyingly shocking climax. This edges Kinsey to the top of my personal American private-eye hit parade The Times Its a joy to open I is for Innocent and know within a couple of pages that this is a book youre going to enjoy to the end Sunday Telegraph |